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Show " O0EDIPU Enter Jocafta attended with Lights, i Night-Gown . Oed. Night, Horrour, Death, Confufion, Hell afid Furies Where am 1 ? O, Focafta, let me hold thee Thus to my bofom, ages; let me. grafp thee Allthat the hardeft temper'd weather'd fleth ith fierceft humane Spirit infpir'd can dar Or do, I dare; but, oh you Pow'rs, this wa Luug 30d By infinite degrees too much for Man ~ Methink id Lflbddtidfx Are burft ; my eyes, as if they had been knock' By fome tempeftuous hand, fhoot flathing fire That fleep fhould do-this %oc. Then my fears were true Methought I heard your voice, and yetI doubted Now roaring like the Ocean, when the wind Fight with the waves; nowina ftill fmall ton Your dying accents fell, as racking fhips After the dreadful yell, fink murmuring down, it fiy 5 Iy s the pel;, outh And bubble up a noife Ocd, Truft me, thou Faireft, ‘beft of all thy Kind, Noite €'re.in Dreams was tortur'd fo before Yet what moft fhocks the. nicenefs of my temptr Ev'n far beyond the killing of my Father And my own death, is, that this horrid fleep Bafl'd my fick fancy with an aét of Inceft h deom I dreamt, Focaft, that thou wert my Mother Which, tho' impoffible, fo damps my Spirits That 1 cou'd do-a mifchief on my felf Left"I: fhould fleep and Dwream the like again Soc. O, Oedipus, too well I underftand you Thebes o car th Heav'n o I know the wrat The cries of its Inhabitants, War's toils And thoufand other labours -of the State you tak t cugh an you t Are all referr> For ever from Focafta hiance i o Oed, Life of my life, and treafure of my Soul, Heav'n knows I love thee éef, or 1 0 i Clf ‘Be witnefs, Gods, and ftrike Focafta dead igéfi p s |W,"" . Joc. O, you think me vile; ignoble, And of an inclinfoatio r ev fo €y u y o f m hi mu Tha r f d l or t g o If an immodeft t d t g l r w sv L o f fi n f Infla'd my breaf |